Chapitre 27: Taming the Tempest: A Gentle Touch's Profound Impact
At that time, a strange aura began to spread throughout the surroundings. Birds took flight in agitation, and the creatures that roamed the area grew restless and retreated. The Spirit of the Ring intervened with concern: "Boy, this is a lineage strong enough to frighten even adult beasts. You had better be cautious."
Feng Wei raised an eyebrow, his tone becoming suspicious: "What were you doing? I didn't sense your presence in the past few days."
The Spirit of the Ring explained: "The Golden Pagoda has given me greater control over the first floor of the tower. I had to refine the floor's pearl, but that's not important now. Remember when I mentioned other carriers of demon lineage?"
Feng Wei nodded, recalling their previous conversations: "Those who consume other lineages to evolve?"
The Spirit of the Ring confirmed: "Exactly. There's a powerful lineage ahead, and it seems to be quite agitated. You should leave this secret realm."
An intrigued smile spread across Feng Wei's face: "Agitated? I think you're a little mistaken. It sounds more like the crying of a child. And don't you recognize the traits of this aura?" With that remark, Feng Wei started running toward the source of the aura, propelled by curiosity and keen intuition.
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Two days earlier, in the cave where Bai Lian and the little princess were, a woman tried to calm the young dragon. "Miss, please calm down. He must be nearby, so don't cry, alright? We'll search for him together."
Bai Lian was visibly distressed, as if a sense of foreboding about something bad had enveloped her.
The next day, Bai Lian couldn't find Feng Wei, and the little princess began to sob, her eyes welling up with tears. Soon after, like a dam breaking, the tears started flowing, a sharp and melancholic cry filling the air.
Meanwhile, like a roar and an eruption of lineage, the ground began to crack, the impacts reverberating through the environment. The intense energy released by the little dragon princess caused the ground to crack and generated winds so strong they cut like sharp blades.
Bai Lian felt an overwhelming pressure for the first time. Her form was restricted by this noble imperial dragon lineage. Despite her high cultivation, she was still suppressed by this superior lineage. Previously, only the Empress possessed such power to suppress dragons, but now the little princess exhibited that ability as well.
Normally, this would be cause for celebration, but due to the princess's immaturity, her body wouldn't be able to withstand this immense force for long. Without realizing it, several hours had passed. Bai Lian was starting to panic, her hands clutching her clothing.
Muttering, she tried to move desperately: "I have to do something. I can't let this continue. I have to move." But no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to obey. She ended up falling to her knees on the ground, tears falling profusely. "Please, someone... Feng Wei... come quickly!"
And before she could complete her plea, a figure appeared before her.
She couldn't see the person's face as they had their back to her, but the aura was unmistakable. Bai Lian muttered bitterly, her voice full of despair: "I don't know why I called you, it's too late. The only person who can stop a cry of this level is the great Dragon Empress." However, her words were ignored by Feng Wei, who continued advancing toward the little princess.
As the sharp wind cut through his clothes, leaving marks on his body, with every step he took, the pressure of the lineage grew stronger. Bai Lian, who was watching all of this, was at a loss. When Feng Wei finally reached the side of the little princess, he raised his hand above her head. Unlike what Bai Lian expected, he didn't seem about to use some technique to render her unconscious. Instead, he lovingly stroked the little princess's head.
Surprisingly, as if by magic, all the pressure around them simply vanished. Only tear-filled eyes stared at Feng Wei as he made that gesture. And then, he looked directly into the little princess's eyes and said with a serious expression, without a smile: "A princess and future Empress of the proud Dragon Clan shouldn't cry like this. People will laugh at you."
Bai Lian was shocked by what she was witnessing. "She stopped... It can't be!" She was astounded. Even the Empress needed to use her own lineage to calm the princess. And now, he accomplished this with just a simple gesture? Bai Lian's words echoed in her mind as she realized she had vastly underestimated Feng Wei's power and the connection he had with the little princess.
Feng Wei, with his serious and authoritative expression, managed to halt the princess's crying with a simple display of affection. As the princess gazed at him with eyes full of trust, Bai Lian began to see Feng Wei in a new light. He wasn't just an ordinary boy; there was something special about him, something that transcended his youthful appearance. And in that moment, Bai Lian found herself feeling a mix of admiration and gratitude towards him.
Later that night, Bai Lian sat in a corner near the fire, holding the sleeping little princess in her lap. Her gaze was fixed on the fire, but her mind was immersed in thoughts about the recent events.
She vividly remembered Feng Wei's words to the princess before he left: "I'm going back to my world. When you're strong enough to leave, come find me." Those words had a serious and determined tone, and Bai Lian could feel the sincerity in them. She pondered over this as she watched the fire dance before her, her emotions a mixture of uncertainty and determination.
Before the little princess passed out from exhaustion, something happened that troubled her. Feng Wei left a message before he left, but as he was about to depart, Bai Lian appeared before him. She had a look of confusion and questioning. "Why are you ignoring me? I-I already apologized."
However, Feng Wei continued walking, passing by her as if she were invisible, without saying a single word. Bai Lian looked at the ground, feeling a tightness in her chest, a pang of emotional pain. She murmured softly, almost as if speaking to herself: "You can tease me, irritate me... I don't care anymore. I promise not to argue. Just stop ignoring me."
At this moment, Feng Wei simply vanished, as if he had dissipated into the air. Not even his aura could be felt anymore. Bai Lian stood there, feeling a bit lost and confused, as the fire continued to crackle in front of her. The flames cast dancing shadows on her face, reflecting the complex emotions that enveloped her at that moment.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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